| Me & Bobby McGee | ||
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Words & Music By: Kris Kristofferson Sequenced by: Unknown |
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slappin' time I w's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' I mean nothin', honey, if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! |
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